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one, she said, “My room, not his.” Whisper and her ex had slept apart. When the last button came undone, she took his cane and leaned it against the side of the king bed. The shirt slid over his shoulders before she unfastened the cuffs and slipped his arms free. A dawning came when she worked the tee shirt up his stomach. He wouldn’t be leaving after all.

A rush of heat and desire swept through him as he took the shirt and pulled it over his head. Her cheek and hands drifted against his chest. She had to feel the pounding within. Arms circled her as he concentrated on how firmly he hugged. He wouldn’t crush, he mustn’t. She only needed the heat from his body. She couldn’t want the same things he did. His luck wasn’t that good. He could give simple warmth and keep all the passion and impatience tucked away.

Serenity and lust came in unpredictable surges as her hand ran up and down his back. Heated lips pressed to his chest as a wet tongue tasted a nipple.

When the palms holding his ass bunched up to lightly squeeze, his heart exploded into a frenzied rhythm.

“I wouldn’t let him touch me.” The thudding in his ears grew louder. “Oh, God!” he yelled as his body burned from her delicate hands and nibbling lips.

He’d make her forget the last few months.
Doug
Neuman was dead and buried. Worm food. Bastard!

“He’s not here anymore. It’s just us, baby.” Her hands brushed and stroked his sides. “I wanted you to know I couldn’t go from his bed to this one—with you.”

A foggy brain kicked into gear and he figured out what she’d been trying to say. The unspoken words came through loud and clear.
I wouldn’t let
him touch me because he wasn’t you.

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Overly emotional, he couldn’t help the kiss he gave. Instead of getting scared by his eager mouth, she embraced him and uttered urgent little sounds against his lips. They needed to separate so he could pull off her shirt. When it finally happened, he found flesh and breasts and hard nipples sitting above ribs too close to the skin. She’d gotten desperately thin.

It didn’t matter. He’d be loving and gentle.

He bent to taste her and she squeezed his arms.

The disturbing reaction helped him stay focused.

She’d been hurt before, could probably never forget certain pain. With the whole night stretching before them, he gathered her slight weight and laid her on the bed. A slow and thorough consummation should’ve happened the first time they came together. Instead, they’d managed fireworks and explosions. The sparks and heat left her burnt, not replete. He’d erase the memory, do things differently this time.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Like this?” Nothing but his breath swept over her. “Feel good?”

“Yes. More.”

Meticulous, small kisses covered her breast. His chest welled with satisfaction when her back arched.

She wanted to get closer. He grazed her nipple patiently, hovering over the peak until she pushed against his lips. The underside of her nipple received a wet lick from his tongue.

“Ahh.” The vocalization confirmed pleasure and anticipation.

He stroked her then, adding pressure, but only to that small spot. Fingers pushed into his hair as nails scored his scalp.
Jesus, I missed you, baby.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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he bore down on the peak.

“Kisses,” she whispered. His lips surrounded the hard tip. “Wet kisses.”

He provided the
wet kisses
she requested, tonguing and taking a breast. Willpower collapsed and he drew her in, sucked deftly on the delicate flesh. She squirmed, pulled free and twisted, placing the other nipple within reach. The rapid rise and fall of her chest confirmed how much she could take. His mouth opened to take more while giving gentle suction.

Her hips stirred. Their time together wouldn’t be turned into a teasing contest. If she asked, he’d answer. She’d silently requested attention and he’d willingly give it.

The fastening on her jeans came undone. She raised her hips and he slid the denim and panties away. Long, slim legs and hip bones greeted him. He couldn’t imagine how he’d touch her gently enough between her thighs. Wetness welcomed his fingers as he skimmed the soft, neatly trimmed hair. If he pushed into her, he’d come. She felt and smelled that unbelievable.

“Keith!”

“I know, baby. I know,” he said. He brought her legs up, repositioned himself and slowly parted her knees. “Relax. Trust me.”

As her legs spread, the scent of arousal raced through him. On his stomach, close to her sex, he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Moisture from desire glistened along the tender, pink folds of flesh.

He’d go slow and take his time. He’d never hurt her.

Kisses placed on her quivering flesh allowed her to grow accustomed to the newness of the touch. For him, it quickly became impossible not to go further and he rushed to take the opened, spread offering.

As he acquired her essence, he moaned from excruciating desire and grew unbearably harder.

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Self-confidence expanded as he experimented and tasted everything by tonguing over the exposed center of his breathless woman.

“Please,” she begged.

I’ll get it, baby. Be patient with me.

There, on the crest of her sex, lay her sensitive nub. He’d only felt it with his fingertips, never searched with his tongue. Sliding around, seeking the right combination of pressure and movement, he triumphed when her hips rose off the bed.

The constant whines and moans accompanied by her squirming hips, supplied him with unending stamina. She’d come for him, against his tongue and mouth. He’d make it happen even if it took all night.

He’d likely come too, his erection smashed between his straining ass and the firm mattress. God, it didn’t matter as long as she came.

She shrank away before bunching up and opening like an erotic blossom. Everything beneath his tongue vibrated, twitched and she cried out.

When her climax slowed, he couldn’t bear the thought of anything ending between them. He needed her to indulge in the raw pleasure thoroughly, so she’d forget all the pain he’d caused.

He concentrated and went slowly, gently as he eased a single finger into the gripping, wet tightness of her body. He discovered with the lightest touch and the barest pressure inside, he could keep the climax rolling indefinitely.

Dismayed and in awe when she finally reached her limit, he placed a final kiss. Both of them panted from exhaustion. Delighted with the spasms still randomly tightening around his finger, he stroked the damp flesh inside to soothe, rather than incite.

Withdrawal became a slow process. He hesitated before slipping completely out, troubled over losing the intimacy.

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amazing. Tasting her climax would get a lofty spot in his collection of memorable moments in life. The smile on her face created a dizzy form of relief. The blush radiating from her pale skin, reminded him of draught grass after finding relief from a summer storm.

She squirmed and grasped his arms before gently tugging. She wanted him to lie alongside, which was fine. He wanted it too. Small hands smoothed over his skin before she worked to unfasten his jeans. She didn’t need to. In his mind, the evening was all about her. When he stilled her by placing his hands over hers, she withdrew, physically and emotionally. He could see and sense her upset. He couldn’t understand what caused it.

“Baby?”

“It’s okay,” she said. She wouldn’t look at him.

“Whisper?”

The hurt displayed on the rigid, pale woman next to him, eventually made sense. Rolling to his back, he shoved his jeans and underwear down before tossing them off the bed. Socks got shed in the same manner before he stretched out with nothing on but a leg brace. She needed to touch him, and he’d stupidly told her not to.

“Your hands, I’m burning.” If she forgave and touched him, he’d blow. “I didn’t think you’d want me, not after the last time.”

“It’s all right? You don’t mind?” His eyes closed, anticipating her hands. When he felt breasts and her stomach slide over him, he sucked in a breath. He grasped her upper arms and finished bringing her on top.
Damn it—protection.

The thought fizzled away when her long, slim legs spread.

“Jesus!” he said, praying he’d hold it together.

“Sorry, baby, I won’t be much good. I won’t last.” She slid down, opened and began taking him in.

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“Oh, God!” He’d never had a woman this way, completely naked. He held back with every ounce of restraint until she took the last hard inch. Buried deep, he raised his hips and she clenched.
Don’t let
me come!
Involuntarily, he exploded inside her wet, shuddering heat.

When sense returned, he found her sitting upright, her head thrown back, breasts swaying, as her hips rocked back and forth. In the throes of climax, she became a vigorous, hungry woman, claiming her due. He stayed hard, actually felt harder than before, and ground in contrast to the sexy sway of her body.

“Take it, Whisper, all you can stand.” Her hips rotated. In her to the hilt, he swelled.

Grasped and released, rolled and tugged, he pushed to stab deep. Air hissed through clenched teeth.

“You’re so tight, baby, so good.”
Damn, she’s still
coming!

He pumped. She burst and went wild, the grinding of her sex against him too much to bear. He couldn’t stand it, the savage need clawing for freedom. Attempting to stop what would happen, he seized her hips. Unable to tolerate that either, he let her go and begged, “Harder!”

A burning sensation simmered at the base of his shaft. Repeated thrusts upward into the willing, clenching body of his lover made the fire expand.

“Keith!”

“Yeah! You can do it. Keep coming.” He couldn’t resist the straining warmth and wetness surrounding him or the broken sounds of her ecstasy ringing in his ears. “Don’t stop! Baby, don’t stop!” he yelled.

He came so hard, he couldn’t take air, saw stars as he finished, grunting in rapture. She stayed with it, worked him through each throbbing surge of deliverance. Laying beneath her in a daze, the 226

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dream ended when he felt drops of moisture hit his stomach. It took a while to focus once he opened his eyes. Tears on her face made a rush of adrenaline flood his veins. He grabbed her arms, pulled her down and laid her out. Trapped beneath his right leg, she wouldn’t get away this time.

“I’ll rot in hell,” she said.

“For what, baby?” He could hardly catch his breath.

“Enjoying this when Doug’s been in the ground less than a day.”

To hell with Doug!
“God knew what He was doing. He struck the asshole down. He figured you’d paid plenty and it was time for a different kind of life. Don’t feel bad, not about us coming together.” She didn’t try to get away and the last thing he needed to do was make her feel trapped. He rolled to his back and carefully pulled her onto his chest. It felt right, her snuggled on top of him after making love. “You okay?” he asked.

She kissed his chest. “I love you.” He stroked her hair before gently kneading her shoulders. It took a long time before he felt he could speak. “I swear to God, you’ll never regret it. I’ll make things up to you so can let go of everything that son of a bitch did.”

“No. I don’t want that. No pity.”

“When did I say I’d pity you?”

“You didn’t feel sorry for me before. I couldn’t stand it now. If you can find it in your heart to overlook certain aspects of my life, I’d do my very best to act differently, you know—normal.”
Normal?
What the hell constituted
normal
for the drummer of the Robert Black band? He’d start small and try to get a definition. “Do you want to stay with the band?”

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been different, caring. I’d like to give him a good run with the music, so when it falls apart, he could move on with another group, or replace me without consequences.”

She didn’t realize nothing would be normal, at least not for him. Maybe it was time to redefine his perception of normal and think outside the box. How would they live? Where would they live? What about the kids?

She squirmed. He kissed her long and hard, letting her know they’d work it out. He’d find a way to meet everyone’s needs and satisfy a few of his own in the process. His time had come. Finally, something in life for him, even if he did have to share her with a dozen kids, a rock band, the public, the press, a zillion fans, and a red haired puppy. He wasn’t all that greedy.

“I love you, baby.”

“We’ll see how long it lasts,” she said.

“I’ve waited all my life. I’ll stick until
you
want unstuck.”

“I’ve been waiting forever too. I guess we’ll work things out.”

He yawned. “Like what?”

“Who will manage the band, where the kids will go to school, if there’s enough money to run this house, how much I owe, the net worth of the band, if Heather still hates me…” Her soft voice kept right on relaying all the potential problems facing them while his mind shut down.

He pulled her close, kissed her and asked, “Do you have any beer?”

“Do you drink?”

He heard the terror in her voice. Jesus, he rarely ever got a single can. Given her recent time spent with a drug abusing asshole, the urge for the beer dwindled. “I don’t want one after all. Sex with you gets me buzzed.”

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“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Oh, yeah.”

Whisper was the only high he’d need for the rest of his life. He’d make sure he became her addiction as well.
Forever, Whisper. We’ll make it, I promise.

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Six months later, Keith clenched his teeth to help calm down. Backstage resembled a riot area.